Cruising Alone

I've dreamt of you each night, wrapped in your embrace , A warmth so real, I feel your presence, your grace . Never did I know that I'd be so blessed , To find someone who sees me, not just as success or a test. You see beyond the triumphs and the falls, Beyond the accolades or the titles that call. You know my heart , my soul , my mind , You’re my lover , my friend , both deeply entwined . No quick "wow" or careless "pretty good," You notice the effort, the heart where it stood. Not just flesh you admire , but the woman within, A love that’s tender , yet freeing from sin. You're not one to claim or to push me away, You're there through my storms , ready to stay . With every step , you hold my hand tight, Whispering, “I’m here, through the darkest of nights.” Unlike the vultures who took what they could, You want to give me the world , not because you should. You see me as more than a prize to display, But as a queen , whose heart light...

You talk of respect, of women’s worth, But your actions crumble, exposing their dearth. You judge me for not smoking or watching your shows, Yet you pull me in, saying “This is how love grows.” You preach that physical touch is just a need, But whisper of love while planting your seed. Then, when I don’t fit your scripted mould, You call me crazy, defiant, and bold. You flaunt your money, your hollow crown, Demanding respect, expecting me to bow down. With fake wisdom and spiritual lies, You twist the truth to suit your guise. Your kingdom is false, your throne so weak, Built on control, deceit, and critique. You claim it’s trust when you take my voice, Yet scorn my freedom, deny my choice. You boast of knowledge, of paths so pure, But your wisdom is shallow, your intentions, unsure. You force your ideals to make me please, But I won’t be shaped by your hypocrisies. I’ve read on my own, sought truths unseen, Not the shallow lies in your daydreamed scene. I’m not your puppet, your perfe...

Some of you, for pleasure you pay, Money to daughters of others, just to play. While I stood tired, worn down by creeps, Yearning for kindness, for love that keeps. Now you act as if I crossed a line, Dragging your kin into this fight of mine. But where was the care when I cried for grace? I’m someone’s daughter, deserving a place. Battling monsters since I was a child, You wear your charm, but your heart is wild. You talk of love, yet thirst for flesh, A hollow pursuit, a heart’s cold mesh. What did I even ask for? For you to pamper and protect, To treat me like a girl, to respect, When did I ask for your money or your thought To build me up, or a good image you sought? Yet you called me a gold digger, made remarks about my figure, And when I unveiled my strength, you recoiled in fright. How can I focus on living while guys like you Strip another for living, like vultures in view? Go ahead, laugh, call me crazy, In this world where my body’s just a phase, To think I ever felt sorry fo...

 Hey all! So, I’ve recently started watching the Disney Marvel show Agatha All Along. Can  we talk about how incredible Kathryn Hahn is as Agatha? Whether it’s her mischievous grin or her performances on SNL, she always delivers! But what caught my eye is Agatha's pendant, symbolizing the Greek Triple Goddess of womanhood: the Maiden, Mother, and Crone. The Maiden represents youth, idealism, and the search for identity, which resonates with many of us. The Mother isn’t just about being a literal mother—it’s about nurturing something greater than oneself, whether raising a family, building a career, or contributing creatively to society. Then, the Crone embodies wisdom and experience, sharing hard-earned knowledge with others. What’s fascinating is that women move between these phases throughout their lives. It’s not linear—it’s a cycle shaped by experiences, growth, and challenges faced. Inspired by this journey, I’ve written a poem that reflects how, even in these roles, wome...

This piece was born from my own experiences of navigating a world where women’s emotions and autonomy are often questioned, disregarded, or diminished. In a society where respect for women is still far from universal, I’ve encountered too many voices that treat us as objects to be judged or claimed, not individuals to be understood. It’s frustrating when a woman's value is reduced to her appearance, her material worth, or what she can provide, without any true recognition of her mind, spirit, or voice. In a country where progress is often painted over by deeply ingrained stereotypes, I wanted to reflect on our emotional labour and challenge the notion that a woman’s worth is anything less than the sum of her complex, unapologetic existence. This is not just my voice, but the voice of every woman who refuses to be defined by shallow expectations and dares to claim her full worth, emotions, and sovereignty. Since the dawn of mankind, you have plundered the lands, Tearing the earth wi...

You stand now, a beacon of progress, Preaching love, change, and light— But I remember the time you doused Every spark I dared ignite. You speak of growth, of shattered egos, As if you've been reborn, Yet once, you tried to crush my spirit, Dismissing me with scorn. Now you parade a new love, for all to see, As if settling for me was your only plea, Yet I was the one who dared to challenge, Your spirit low, my truth you’d banish. In excruciating pain, I cried alone, While you laughed, as if you’d won the throne, Blind to my struggle, your rose-coloured shades, Made me the villain in the games you played. I was "crazy" then, for questioning you, Challenging your narrow view, Now you act like you're enlightened, When I was always ahead of you. Your ego died, but not your pride, You wear it like a crown, Lecturing me on truths I knew, The very ones you tore down. You gaslit me, filled me with doubt, Called me names that cut too deep, Now you quote the poets and the sages...

I know, I know, people have to leave, Yet, there is never enough time to grieve. They come to you for a quick fix, Now your heart is tied to a crucifix. What more can I do as a moon child? Howl like a wolf in the wild, Chasing shadows in the night, but never reconciled. Lost in the jungle's dark, no way out. Some pretend to show you the way, But their light fades before the break of day. I learned to see in the dark on my own, The trees tell me stories in tunes I've outgrown. I no longer chase what’s destined to fade away. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

17 September is a fun day, We are gonna learn about manta rays. Birds of the ocean world, so free, Gliding through waves with grace and glee. With minds so sharp, they're truly wise, Biggest brains for their size under ocean skies. Each one is special, a sight to see, With belly spots as unique as can be. They're gentle giants, calm and kind, But hands off, please, respect their mind. With long waits for young ones, they need our protection, Let’s conserve their world for future generations. Learn more about these amazing creatures and join us in celebrating  World Manta Day

I was the girl you’d call at midnight When the world got heavy on your chest Always there to catch you, holding tight But I was never more than second-best You told me your secrets, I kept mine Pretending that everything was fine But the closer we got, the further I fell Into a love you’d never feel as well Now I’m standing on the edge, thinking maybe If I change, if I stay, could you save me? But I know deep down, it’s a losing game Still, I’m caught in the flame Close enough to touch, but too far to hold Loving you was warm, but it left me cold You took my heart but gave no reply Left me here with questions and a tear in my eye Oh, I was close enough to dream But never close enough to be What you needed, what you wanted Close enough, but never haunted By me, by me I painted my world in shades of you But you never saw the colours I drew I was there every time you’d fall But when I needed you, you wouldn’t call Now I’m standing on the edge, thinking maybe If I let go, could you still ...

"I am not a Normal Woman." They say this with unparalleled conviction, As if they are the perfect stallions. They seek a woman to pass on their seed, One who fits in with their standard of beauty, and intellect and is easy to breed. Those who don't even grasp what it means to be masculine, Are trying to mould me into a worthy feminine. Those who only care about the ones with whom they shared a womb, Are out there digging countless tombs. They love the feminine touch, But their own manhood needs a crutch. Those who demand "their" women to listen, Are the ones who dim her light when it glistens. So, yes, not a normal woman who can stay shut, Go ahead and pound your chest as you strut, While I follow my gut as I trudge. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

There is no understanding of your useless riddle, I am not playing the second fiddle. I am sure you just like the attention, And I need a serious intervention. There is more to me than my intellect, If you ask me things, I might deflect. Since the monsoon of 2022, You covered all your tracks and I had no clue. When I started to heal, You showed who you are when you had your last meal. You can't take any credit for what I overcame, I am done burning my wings, like a moth to a flame. You can live in your days of yore, I am cruising my sails and reaching the shore. ~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse